I cautiously walk unto the school premises, my back slightly hunched to stay low and my head whipping left and right, keeping a keen lookout. I probably look like a character from a spy movie.
‘More like something straight out of a horror movie.’ Keira mutters.
‘Whatever you say, but I’m just trying to keep a low profile.’
‘Really, cause if anything you are drawing more attention to yourself.’
‘I think it’s the outfit.’ I internally whisper as if somehow, someone might overhear my thoughts.
‘You’re being paranoid now. You are literally dressed like half the school’s population, yet here you are tiptoeing as if you’re walking on eggshells.’
And as if to prove her point, the casual chatter of a group of girls grabs our attention as they approach. They are literally dressed as I am, pro
